fantasy reincarnation of warcraft

Chapter 187 Hope of Victory

In Orgrimmar, mourning was everywhere, and there were those decadent figures in every street and alley. They were Mag'har orcs.

The huge loss in Outland left the Mag'har orcs as bewildered as the old Horde orcs who had been captured by humans.

The old orcs were awakened by Thrall with shaman teachings, but this time, the Mag'har orcs also needed a wise man to excuse themselves.

"You useless things! Don't you always look down on us!? Haven't you always been very assertive and capable!? Look at what you look like now! You are simply a bunch of pigs waiting to die!" The orc persuaded others The way is so special, they often carry thick and undisguised sarcasm, trying to make the other party angry, and then regain their spirits, of course, many of them are purely adding insult to injury.

The Mag'har orcs, who couldn't bear this kind of insult, jumped up and wanted to fight, and this group of decadent orcs deserved to be beaten up by the battle-tested old orcs.

Then the distance between each other deepened and it became more difficult to communicate.

"Hey...you are really enough. I understand your hatred of iron and steel, but now, what they need is patience and time." At this time, an orc wearing a golden robe came over. The burly orc was dressed like this. A thing that looks a bit nondescript, but in fact it's okay to get used to it.

He is Karush.

Mag'har orcs have always been very repulsive to believers in this different world god, and they reject everything that is inconsistent with tradition.

But now it’s all right, they are confused and suffering themselves, and the shaman who could have acted as a psychiatrist has caused a series of tragedies because of the wrong team in the outer domain, and they can’t listen to the shaman now.

As a result, it was easier for Anshe Church to sneak in, which was exactly what Zhang Li expected to see.

"Boys, I understand your confusion." Kalush didn't force them to listen to him directly, but began to speak on his own.

"How about this, let me tell you a story, the protagonist of the story is an orc who was reduced to a slave..."

The orc drank the blood of the devil and embarked on an expedition without honor, but in the end the expedition failed, and he became a deserter. He fled to the south, lingering all the way alive, and was finally caught by the goblins and thrown into the arena to wait. die.

Day after day of inhumane training, he began to be forced to master those performance skills, yes, performances, goblin arenas are all for making money, and those seemingly real arenas actually have inside stories.

Whoever loses wins, who wants to be popular and who belittles whom, all of these are determined by interests. He lives in such an environment, day after day, year after year, until he is stepped on by others again. At that moment, the pain accumulated in his body for a long time finally broke out, he no longer cared about orders or not, he started to fight back frantically, and the result was that the unlucky guy who was on him was torn to pieces , and he was thrown into the arena of self-seeking happiness for violating the orders of the goblins.

That arena is truly fair, everyone in it is fighting for freedom, and they can gain freedom by winning a certain number of victories, but since ancient times, not many people have been able to gain freedom, because the conditions for winning are too harsh.

The orc was forced to stand there, but he did not regret it. At the moment when he got up to fight back, he could feel a long-lost and almost forgotten bloodiness, which reminded him of running on the prairie when he was a child, That is freedom, wildness, and for a confused soul like him, this is liberation.

Either withered in tranquility, or burned out in wildness, he began to fight, and enjoyed fighting, but in the end, he could not escape the path of self-destruction after all.

His enemies are too strong.

But at the moment when he was dying, An She smiled at him.

Yes, Kalush was talking about his own life.

"So children, we have been confused and painful, we have also blamed ourselves for not protecting our companions and clansmen, and we have been confused because of losing honor, but in the end, we stood up again and built a new world in this world. Our own country."

"In the face of mistakes, a true warrior will not escape, but accept and take on that responsibility. The broken bones will be stronger when they are reattached. This is the awareness that we orcs should have."

The scene was very quiet for a while, but in the end, there were almost a sea of ​​people around Kalush, and most of the Mag'har orcs around were attracted by his story. In desperate moments, people need heroes to name the way and guide them. The Horde's only two arena champions, compared with the young Thrall, Karush is definitely a more convincing hero.

"My lord bishop, may I ask that you are the person in the story?" A young Mag'har boy looked at him with piercing eyes, hoping to know the undeniable answer.

"Yes, it's me."

After getting the answer he wanted, the expression of the young orc seemed to bloom: "Please allow me to follow you!"

"Me too!"

"I also want……"

The more desperate you are, the easier it is to gain faith. On this day, Karush's orc-style church was stepped on the threshold, and faith grew like an eruption.

For all orcs, this is good news. Orcs only believe in ancestors, which does not conflict with belief in other gods. Seeing the young people regain their motivation, most orcs have greatly strengthened their affection for the Church of Anshe.

The old orcs passed on the good news to each other, and finally reached the ears of Gaiyaan's grandmother. Gaiyaan wanted to tell the good news to her grandson while she was happy. I'm heartbroken about this, but it's a pity Thrall isn't here now.

"It's this thing?" In the deep sea, the taller humanoid creature dug out a fragment from a blurry corpse, and he handed it to the shorter one.

"That's right, this is what Element asked me to find. Don't ask me what is the use of this thing, I don't know." The short man directly blocked the tall man's next words, making him smile awkwardly.

Then the short man looked to the south.

"According to the instructions of the elements, we should go there next, and this time their warning is stronger."

"If it's very dangerous, I can go alone. Thrall, the tribe still needs you to take charge of the overall situation." That's right, Grandma Gaiyaan couldn't find Thrall because he appeared in the deep sea.

"Rexxar, my friend, Orgrimmar is lifeless now, I finally found an excuse to relax, just let me deal with this matter before going back." Thrall smiled wryly, and then went on for a long time. He sighed, the depression in his chest could not be dispelled all the time, he is also a human being, he also needs to vent, and this time the warning of the elements is too strong, even related to the fate of the world, as a shaman, it is impossible for him to escape of.

"Relax my friend, let things take their course."

………………

Above the Throne of Tides, Shen-zinko finally spit out that tentacle from her mouth, and also spit out a huge softie.

In his stomach, the monks were busy healing his perforated stomach wall, and in desperation, they tore the wound wide so that the tentacles that were tightly attached to the stomach wall fell off.

The pandaren were scrambling in Shen-zinko's stomach, but the shaman got what he wanted, the tentacle tissue, which was exactly what Sorbin needed.

"Give it to me quickly, you've really wasted a lot of time." Sorbin didn't care about the shaman's aggrieved expression, and started researching directly over the hunk of meat. The aggrieved shaman looked at him for a while, and found that there were The friendly forces are very safe, so plan to go to the front line.

The battle there is really messy. Adventurers need to be careful not to be affected by the battle between Azshara and Neptulon. At the same time, they have to fight hand-to-hand with Naga's magic. There are a few mages in the elves, but the number is too small Totally out of proportion.

But their task is to persist, as long as they persist until the arrival of the goblin fleet.

Fishing nets, bombs, and various unstable chemicals began to fall from the sky, all of which were poured onto Naga's head.

From the beginning, there was only one boat thrown, and now there are at least dozens of boats thrown. The Naga can only be beaten passively in order to protect the ceremony. Nazjar tried to organize a counterattack, but they were all defeated by the cunning goblins. In the sea, and then directly ignite, the shaman on the ship will do his best to prevent the ship from burning, but the naga are not so lucky.

Azshara couldn't stand it any longer. While dealing with the procrastination of the elemental nobles, she cast spells to blow away a lot of items that fell from the sky. She was in a hurry. She was really very, very impatient. She is very glad that she followed Otherwise, this plan will definitely fail. Who would have thought that there would be so many inexplicable forces joining in?

All in all, everyone is working hard for the war, but the balance of victory is still with the Naga.

………………

The shamans crouched around the tidestone, but they didn't see any naga, only to see two humanoid figures rushing towards them.

They were obviously frightened by the sight in front of them, especially the big man, who was a little dumbfounded watching the demigods fighting.

"Lord Great Chief?" A squat shaman called with some uncertainty, from the hammer, Doomhammer, he guessed who came.

"It's me, tell me about the situation here." As soon as Thrall saw the shaman of his tribe, his expression became much more relaxed. Without someone who knew the situation in front of him, he would have no way of dealing with it.

"Yes..." There were a lot of things, and Thrall finally grasped the most critical point.

"You mean that something called the tide stone is the key to this war?"

"Yes! That's right, we are squatting here."

"Is that this thing?" He took out the fragment he snatched halfway.

The shamans opened their eyes wide in an instant, they looked at each other, and then replied in surprise: "That's right!"

………………

Naga, who presided over the ceremony, was safely protected, but gradually, they felt something was wrong.

The Pillar of the World is a treasure left by the Titans to Azeroth to stabilize the world. If it is used by people recognized by the world, its commands can be a little more complicated, but for others, there are only a few very simple commands that they can issue. .

For example, quiet down the water elements in the surrounding sea area, or let the water elements leave here.

Quiet does not mean rejection, they may become very calm and do not respond to Neptulon's call, but Neptulon's huge body is enough to absorb a lot of water elements, so Naga's order It was leaving, leaving Neptulon with nothing to absorb.

It's just that it's not pure. With the source of pure water, Neptulon still retains a little water element.

But now, these departed water elements are floating around, waiting for the order to return to the original place.

Now it is gathering bit by bit.

The shamans used the tidal stone fragments to forcibly infuse water elements into Thrall, the world Shaman. Thrall's body swelled a lot, and the green skins began to turn into blue skins.

Thrall, who couldn't hold back anymore, started to send waves. Although he was an enhancement Sha, he still had a few healing skills, so a healing wave shot out very eye-catchingly, hitting Neptulon directly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Neptulon's somewhat dim body regained its water color. With this supply, he recovered a lot of strength, so he gave Ozumat a heavy blow. fist.

Thrall's healing wave continues.

(End of this chapter)